Heather Dyanne Mizell

In memory of Heather

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows,
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart~

I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Poem by Cummings

Teresa Littleton

November 26, 2009

THEY BURRIED MY DAUGHTER

They buried my daughter that day
My soul burned red with pain
No longer will I see her face
Or touch her hand again

They buried my daughter that day
My heart broke and bleeding
To have her stolen from my arms
That grave I could not face

They buried my daughter that day
Thank God I have another
I couldn't walk this path alone
Every breath is a struggle

As they buried my daughter that day
She was just a bit past twenty five
Searing, ripping, tearing ache
Full of hate rage and anger I was

As they burried my daugher that day
My world came apart
Never again would I see her face
Nor would I hear her voice

My other now a mother of two
To God above, how I pray
These words by her not repeated
They buried my daughter that day

Becky Sides (Mom)

November 25, 2009

Heather my daughter

Every minute you are in my mind and heart..
You could swim back from heaven in the tears I have cried.
To see your face to hear your voice I would give my life for just once more. I question why? and receive no answers.
my hearts is broken my life is empty..
going on without you here seems impossible..
days pass by I dont seem to move with them..
oh my daughter how I miss you so...

Becky Sides (Mom)

November 25, 2009